30. Birds

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As I stare out the window
Of the speeding car I'm in,
Music playing in my ears,
I see a group of birds,
flying in front of the sun,
Their dark silhouette stark
against the bright sky,
Free from everything,

And I can't help but think

"Oh how I wish I was them."

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